Behold Man
The tears of the sun break upon my sight
Flooding the mind with visions
The oceans waves crash against the chasms
Betwixt reality and hope
Attempting to render my dreams apart
The heavens which were my refuge
Have allowed all eyes to pierce through
So where now can I hide
The foundations in which I trusted
Are now dust depriving me of an escape
I wilt in the greatness of disillusionment
Belief that rain shall soon quench my thirst
Man has become the salted fountain
Vinegar raised to a dying world
Becoming a vacuum for lifes' last breath
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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